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4. When all nature's hush'd asleep,
Nor love, nor guilt, their vigils keep,
Soft you leave your cavern'd den,
And wander o‘er the works of men ;
But when Phosphor brings the dawn,
By her dappled coursers drawn,
Again you to the wild retreat,
And the early huntsman meet, -
Where, as you pensive pass along,
You catch the distant shepherd's song,
Or brush from herbs the pearly dew, : ,
Or the rising primrose view,
Devotion lends her hear'n plumd wings
You mount, and nature with you sings. 5. But when mid-day fervours glow,
To upland airy shades you go,
Where never sun-burnt, woodman came
Nor sportsman chased the timid game :
And there, beneath an oak reclined,
With drowsy waterfalls behind,
You sink to rest. :
Till the tuneful bied of night,
From the neighb'ring poplar's height
Wake you with her solemn strain,
And teach pleas'd echo to complain. 6. With you roses brighter bloom,
Sweeter every sweet perfume ;
Purer every fountain flows, .
Stronger every wilding grows.
Let those toil for gold who please,
Or, for fame renounce their ease.
What is same ! an empty bubble ;
Gold? a shining, constant trouble.
Let them for their country bleed!'
What was Sidney's, Raleigh's meed?
Man's not worth a moment's pain ;
Base, ungrateful, fickle, vain. 7. Then let me, sequester'd fair,
To your sybil grot repair ;
On yon hanging cliff it stands,
Scoop'd by nature's plastic hands,
Bosom'd in the gloomy shade
Of cyprus not with age decay'd;
Where the owl still hooting sits,
Where the bat incessant flits; '
There in loftier strains I'll sing
Whence the changing seasons spring :
Tell how storms deform the skies,
Whence the waves subside and rise,
Trace the comet's blazing tail, ..
Weigh the planets in a scale ;
Bead, great God, before thy shrine ; ,.13
The boundless microcosm's thine. . .
8. Since in each scheme of life I've fail'd,
And disappointment seems entail'd;
Since all on earth I valued most,
My guide, my stay, my friend is lost;
O Solitude, now give me rest,
And hush the tens pest in my breast.
O gently deign to guide my feet
To your hermit-trodden seat ;
Where ) may live at last my own,
Where I at last may die unknown.
9. I spoke : she turn'd her magic ray ; .
And thus she said, or seem'd to say ;
Youth, you're mistaken, if you think to find
In shades, a med'cine for a troubled mind;
Wan grief will haunt you wheresoe’er you go,
Sigh in the breeze, and in the streamlet flow.
There, pale inaction pises his life away;
And satiate mourns the quick return of day:
There, naked frenzy laughing wild with pain,
Or bares the blade, or plunges in the main :
There superstition broods o'er all her fears,
• And yells of demons in the zephyr hears.
10. But if a hermit you're resolv'd to dwell,
And bid to social life a last farewell;
God never made an independent man,
'Twould jar the concord of his general plan.
See every part of that stupendous whole,
" Whose body nature is, and God the soul ;"
To one great end the general good 'conspire,
From matter, brute, to man, to seraph, fire. 31. Should man through nature solitary roam,
His will, his sovereign, every where his home,
What force would guard him from the lion's jaw ?
What swiftness wing him from the panther's paw ?
Or should fate lead him to some safer shore,
Where panthers never prowl, nor lions roar,
Where liberal nature all her charms bestows,
Suns shine, birds sing, flowers bloom, and water flows, .
Fool, dost thou think he'd revel on the store,
Absolve the care of Heaven, nor ask for more ?
Tho'waters flow'd; flow'r's bloom'd, and Phoebus shone,
He'd sigh, he'd murmur, that he was alone.
For know, the Maker on the human breast
A sense of kindred, country, man, impress'd.
12. Though nature's works the ruling mind declare,
And well deserve inquiry's serious care, ..
The God (whate'er misanthrophy may say,).
Shines, beams in man with most unclouded ray.
What boots it thee to fly from pole to pole?"
Hang o'er the sun, and with the planets roll?
What boots through space's furthest bourns to roain ?
If thou, O man, a stranger art at home.
· Then know thyself, the human mind survey ;
The use, the pleasure, will the toil repay. 13. Nor study only, practise what you know ;
Your life, your knowledge, to mankind you owe,
With Plato's olive wreath the bays entwine ;
Those who in study, should in practice shine..,
Say, does the learned lord of Hagley's shade,
Charm man so much by mossy fountains laid,
As when arous'd he stems corruption's course,
And shakes the senate with a Tully's force?
When freedom gasp'd beneath a Cesar's feet,
Then public virtue might to shades retreat:
But where she breathes, the least may useful be,
And freedom, Britain, still belongs to thee.
14. Though man's ungrateful, or though fortune frown
Is the reward of worth a song, or crown?
Nor yet unrecompens'd are virtue's pains;
Good Allen lives, and bounteous. Brunswick reigos..
On each condition disappointments wait,
Enter the hut, and force the guarded gate.
Nor dare repine though early friendship bleed :
From love, the world, and all its cares, he's freed.
But know, adversity's the child of God;
Whom Heaven approves of most, must feel ber rod.. 15. When smooth old Ocean, and each storm's asleep,
Then igporance may plough the watery deep ;
But when the demons of the tempest rave,
Skill must conduct the vessel through the wave.
Sidney, what good man envies pot thy blow?
Who would not wish Anytus* for a foe?
Intrepid virtue triumphs over fate :
The good can never be unfortunato ; !
And be this maxim graven in thy mind;
The height of virtue is, to serve mankind.
16. But when old age has silver'd o'er thy head,
When memory fails, and all thy vigour's ffed,
Then mayst thou seek the stillness of retreat,
Then hear aloof the human tempest beat ;
Then will I greet thee to my woodland cave,
Allay the pangs of age, and smooth thy grave... GRAINGER..
. * One of the accusers of Socrates. .
The Landing of the Pilgrim Fathers.
2. And the heavy night hung dark
The hills and waters o'er,
When a band of Exiles moor'd their bark
On the wild New-England shore. 3. Not as the Conqueror comes,
They, the true-hearted, came;
Not with the roll of the stirring drums,
And the trumpet that sings of Fame :
4. Not as the Flying come,
. In silence and in fear;
They shook the depths of the desert's gloom,
With their hymns of lofty cheer! 5. Amidst the storm they sang;
And the stars heard, and the sea !
And the sounding aisles of the dim woods rang
To the Anthem of the Free ! 6. The ocean eaga soar'd
From his ney the white waves foam,
And the rocking pines of the forest roar'd
This was their welcome home. 7. There were men with hoary hair,
Amidst that Pilgrim band-
Why had they come to wither there,
Away from their childhood's land? 3. There was woman's fearless eye,
Lit by her deep love's truth ;
There was manhood's brow, serenely high ;
And the fiery heart of youth. 9. What sought they thus alar?
Bright jewels of the mine?
The wealth of seas, the spoils of war?
They sought for Faith's pure shrine ! 10. Aye! call it holy ground,
The soil where first they trod !
They have left unstain'd what there they found,
Freedom to worship God!